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Slipping across the signage board, reminiscence of transit zones, marking
arrivals and departures, numbers of the people migrating and those lost
in this movement go by. Numbers become years becoming distances as chaotic
memory takes over, a train going past a station, picking passengers no
longer alive, at stations, first several unknown and then stopping at
those known, Mumbai, New York, London, nodes of power, key metropolises
under surveillance today.
Every line appears
for few seconds before it swaps to the next. Only the words that are different
from the previous line change, and sometimes the in between characters
are interchanged, creating a visual and mental play
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